Derek

If you’re already familiar with the experimental and queer cinema of English artist Derek Jarman (1942-1994), you won’t want to miss this multifaceted tribute by Isaac Julien. Built around a late interview with Jarman, it draws on a personal lecture by his actress and friend Tilda Swinton and many clips, homes movies, and other materials. On the other hand, if you’d like an introduction to his art, your time would be better spent seeing The Last of England, Edward II, or Wittgenstein. This tribute has too many cooks and too many agendas to permit easy comprehension, especially when it comes to distinguishing the brief, unidentified clips from the empathetic curlicues, voiceovers, and
commentaries of others. 76 min. (JR)


			

Published on 30 Sep 2008 in Featured Texts, by jrosenbaum

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Bushwhacked Cinema

The following was commissioned for and included in the recently published 17th edition of the Time Out Film Guide, (2008), and is being reprinted with the publisher’s permission. Thanks also to John Pym, the book’s editor, who proposed that I write this piece so that it would come out before the Presidential election. –J.R.

BUSHWHACKED CINEMA

by Jonathan Rosenbaum

When the history of American movies during the eight-year reign of George W. Bush (2001-2009) eventually comes to be written, one might hypothesize that the commercial development of the mobile phone during the 1980s and 1990s and the introduction of the iPod during the first year Bush took office were crucial in setting the stage for some of the basic conditions of that era. Arguably for the first time, one could easily sustain one’s ignorance about and indifference to one’s fellow citizens even while sharing the same public space with them–on the street or in other public locations dedicated to some form of transport: terminals, buses, subways, trains, planes, fairgrounds, theme parks, and, above all, cinemas.

So the phenomenon of a U.S. President who, to all appearances, preferred to remain blissfully (and strategically) ignorant about the news and the overall state of the world, and ran his office accordingly, was part and parcel of this growing trend to eliminate the public sphere from American life and subdivide the entire culture and society into `special interest’ groups and niche markets. Not that the news itself as it was reported in the U.S. was necessarily indicative of what was happening. In the freedom-of-the-press rankings done annually for 169 countries by Reporters Without Borders, the U.S. plunged from 17th place in 2002 to 53rd in 2006, with only a minor upswing to 48th place in 2007. (By contrast, the U.K. fluctuated between 21st and 28th place over the same period, with the Scandinavian countries, Ireland, and Canada leading all the others.)

During the same period, mainstream moviegoing continued its gradual shift from being a community activity, which it was during roughly the first half of the 20th century, to being for the most part either a public activity for teenagers and preteens or a private activity conducted in homes. Yet at the same time, outspoken films critiquing the U.S. occupation of Iraq and Afghanistan–popularly known as “the war in Iraq and Afghanistan”—-began to proliferate. Some of these were documentaries such as Iraq in Fragments, The War Tapes, The Torture Question, and Gunner Palace, which, like Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11, performed the essential task of reporting basic information that the U.S. news had mainly failed to report. Some fiction films, such as Paul Haggis’s In the Valley of Elah (which featured arguably better and more detailed work by both cinematographer Roger Deakins and actor Tommy Lee Jones than the more Oscar-friendly and apolitical No County for Old Men), mainly decried the devastating effect that the horrors of the occupation was having on American servicemen; a few others, notably Brian De Palma’s Redacted (which borrowed a page or two from his 1989 Casualties of War), protested the inhuman treatment of innocent local citizens. There were still other important features that dealt with the occupations indirectly—-perhaps most notably Clint Eastwood’s memorable diptych Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iowa Jima, which arguably wouldn’t have materialized when they did if there hadn’t been a pressing need to rethink some of the basic postulates regarding American idealism in relation to warfare.

With the striking exception of two 2004 documentaries–Fahrenheit 9/11, the most successful documentary in film history, and Robert Greenwald’s Outfoxed: Rupert Murdoch’s War on Journalism, which briefly (and miraculously) became the top-selling DVD on Amazon without a single theatrical showing–few of these films fared especially well at the box office. But this shouldn’t minimize their impact: sometimes the quality of the viewers and the viewing counts more than the quantity, especially when changes of public awareness are at stake. And all this protest filmmaking was in dramatic contrast to the meager cinematic response to the comparably controversial war of the U.S. against North Vietnam between 1959 and 1975. The latter mostly yielded one mainstream flagwaver (John Wayne’s 1968 The Green Berets), a few marginalized protest documentaries (such as In the Year of the Pig and Winter Soldier), followed by the Oscar-winning Hearts and Minds just before the war’s end, and then several after-the-fact blockbusters, such as The Deer Hunter, Apocalypse Now, and Platoon.

Meanwhile, certain kinds of niche markets in videos and DVDs began to form new sorts of film communities. Most of these were structured not around common viewing situations but around the same films being viewed and then discussed on the Internet via web sites, blogs, and chatgroups. One important exception to this tendency, suggesting a new form of cine-club, was the sponsoring by Moveon.org of countless home screenings across the U.S. of a few documentaries by Robert Greenwald, one of them the already-mentioned Outfoxed. (Others have included Unprecedented: The 2000 Presidential Election, Uncovered: The Whole Truth About the Iraq War, Unconstitutional, and Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price).

The extraordinary success of Moveon–a family of leftist organizations boasting a 3.2 million membership and an uncanny ability to raise money and help galvanize public opinion in a hurry, started only a decade ago—-largely stemmed from the way it worked almost exclusively through the Internet, even though it specialized in organizing local activities through email and online appeals and resources. This has provided a potential model for organizing certain niche markets in cinephilia, though so far the only widespread success of this trend has been in the political realm. To a few hardy and aggressive cinephiles, it has suggested other utopian possibilities involving art films, experimental films, and revivals that have only begun to be tested, in the U.S. and elsewhere.

What has made such radical regroupings seem especially enticing has been the growing alienation of much of the film audience from public cinemas, as well as the growing suspicion that the future of cinema may lie elsewhere—-a development paralleled in some respects by the growing public disaffection with George W. Bush. Despite the attentiveness to polls shared by the White House and the Hollywood studios, it seems that the remoteness of both from the people they service can readily be perpetuated as long as the right kind of spin is there to inflect the discourse. Indeed, it appears that some time after the film industry discovered that audiences didn’t necessarily have to like a movie for it to do well at the box office (so long as millions were spent on publicity and monopolizing the marketplace–which became easier once Ronald Reagan stopped enforcing the antitrust laws in the 1980s), Bush’s own team was offhandedly letting the citizenry know that whether or not they supported the U.S. occupation of Iraq and/or Afghanistan had little to do with whether or not it would continue.

It’s clearly much easier to launch military invasions than to curtail them. One way that both so-called “Gulf Wars” in 1990 and in 2003 were easily sold to the public was by marketing them as if they were movies and movie spinoffs–a trend especially evident in cable news logos and their accompanying musical themes during both periods. (It could even be argued that the voice of James Earl Jones on CNN served in part to evoke its earlier employments in Star Wars—-perhaps the first major media demonstration that massive warfare could be celebrated more guiltlessly if it were shown from a cosmic distance, without blood, as if it were a video game.) As was pointed out in the Preface of Larry Tye’s The Father of Spin: Edward L Bernays & The Birth of Public Relations (New York: Crown Publishers, 1998), the “public relations triumph” that was the “selling of America on the Persian Gulf War…was crafted by one of America’s biggest public relations firms, Hill and Knowlton, in a campaign bought and paid for by rich Kuwaitis who were Saddam’s archenemies”. And the syntactical confusion created after the September 11 attacks by such terms as “The Global War on Terrorism” or “War on Terror”—-implying that a “war” can have a beginning but not a foreseeable end–clearly helped to keep the business of such an enterprise afloat in a state of semi-permanence. Thus the second “Gulf War” was packaged not simply as a sequel to the first but as an ongoing TV series designed to last indefinitely, or at least as long as it kept turning a handsome enough profit for the new wave of merchandisers.

The September 11 attacks, commemorated in such movies as Paul Greengrass’ United 93 and Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center, offered the U.S. the unique possibility of joining the remainder of the planet in terms of shock and suffering, opening the way towards a greater global awareness. That Bush Jr. chose to steer the populace in the reverse direction has had many lamentable consequences, including a redefinition of “America” in terms of both exclusivity and empire. If the terrorist attacks were an “American” tragedy, this implied both that the terrorists were allowed to set the terms of the debate and that the citizens of 86 other countries who died in the destruction of the World Trade Center didn’t count. A similar privileging of U.S. casualties over others in the occupations of Iraq and Afghanistan tended to make the claims of altruistic motives sound even hollower.

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It’s an interesting exercise to try to sum up the personalities and predilections of various U.S. Presidents according to their tastes in movies. Dwight D. Eisenhower (1953-61) was a particular fan of High Noon (and westerns in general) while John F. Kennedy (1961-63) displayed special affection for Spartacus and The Manchurian Candidate (the latter climaxing in a political assassination that creepily anticipated his own, which later prompted its star and Kennedy’s former chum Frank Sinatra to remove it from circulation for several years). In the Guardian, Julian Borger reported that Lyndon B. Johnson (1963-69) ‘had one favourite movie and he watched it more than a dozen times, sometimes on consecutive nights. It was a 10-minute homage to himself, sonorously narrated by Gregory Peck and made on the orders of the White House staff to introduce the new president to a sceptical public after Kennedy’s assassination..’ The reported favourite of Richard M. Nixon (1969-74) was Patton, seen the same week in 1970 that he ordered the secret war in Cambodia.

I’ve been unable to discover the movie preferences of either Gerald Ford (1974-77) or the first George Bush (1989-93), but it’s worth noting that Jimmy Carter (1977-81) saw more movies during his four years in office than Ronald Reagan (1981-89) saw in eight—-and more, indeed, than any other President before or since. (I suspect Reagan tended to shy away from films because they reminded him too much of what he associated with work-—although apparently he and Nancy had a particular affection for James Stewart movies.) Bill Clinton (1993-2001) has expressed enthusiasm for American Beauty, Fight Club, Schindler’s List, and Three Kings. And George W. Bush’s movie interests, insofar as he has any, appear to be Austin Powers comedies, a few war films (We Were Soldiers, Saving Private Ryan, and Black Hawk Down, his favorite), and the Afghan film Osama—-the latter of which was apparently viewed for information rather than entertainment. Black Hawk Down, incidentally, was also distributed by Saddam Hussein to his own troops for comparable reasons–supposedly for its insights into how to defeat American soldiers.

More generally, one could perhaps single out the younger Bush as the first and only U.S. President to date to have expressed no interest of any kind in any of the arts, cinema included. (Even Nixon, by way of contrast, saw fit to pay tribute to John Ford.) But if one could reduce the Bushwhacked years to a couple of movie paradigms, these might be Marlboro cigarette commercials and the Austin Powers comedy-thrillers—-both nostalgic evocations of the American empire as perceived from the vantage point of the Cold War, roughly half a century earlier. The Marlboro commercial showed the Texan surveying his endless range as the purveyor of visionary machismo and manifest destiny, in strictly serious terms. Austin Powers, on the other hand, suggests good-natured self-mockery, coming much closer to the Bush many Americans presumably thought they voted for—-the one they allegedly wanted to have a beer with.

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Not having seen Saw (2004) or any of its three sequels, all of which featured torture as their main attraction, I can’t pinpoint precisely what connects them to the torture of prisoners in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo, which came to public light the same year that the series started. But the fact that the films’ popularity peaked with its first sequel in 2005 (Saw II grossed $87 million domestically), the year after the infamous photographs of Abu Ghraib prisoner abuse first appeared online, does strongly suggest a connection. Those images quickly entered the public imagination, and Hollywood was waiting to exploit them.

Given that the overwhelming majority of Iraqi citizens sent to Abu Ghraib have never been convicted of any crime, and that expert advice tends to confirm that any information acquired from even guilty prisoners as a result of torturing them tends to be useless—-precisely because people under this kind of pressure are apt to say anything, especially whatever they think the torturers want them to say—-raises the question of why Bush has been willing to break treaties and other international agreements and tarnish American prestige simply for the sake of inflicting needless cruelty. The only plausible explanation I’ve come up with for this is that expert opinion on this subject, like the prediction or prospect of $4-a-gallon gasoline, hasn’t yet reached the Oval office, apparently because second opinions of any kind aren’t being sought.

Given the cultural remoteness of most Americans from the everyday lives and fates of innocent Iraqi citizens, it’s hard to shake off the suspicion that Bush’s indefensible position on this subject may be typical rather than eccentric—-that a good many Americans may not really mind if innocent Iraqis undergo torture, just as long as the facts of such injustices aren’t shoved in their faces. Given the overall willingness of the American press to accommodate this desire for avoiding the facts, the process by which torture becomes a box office staple may indeed not be too difficult to understand. After all, it’s been demonstrated repeatedly by the TV series 24–launched around the same time that Bush became President and still popular today–that government-sanctioned torture continues to be dramaturgically sound and therefore saleable even if it remains questionable on practical as well as ethical grounds.

This may help to account for how Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ, in Aramaic, Latin, and Hebrew with English subtitles, managed to come in third among the top-grossing releases of 2004, just behind Shrek 2 and Spider-Man 2 and ahead of Meet the Fockers and The Incredibles—-how, in short, the only feature among the top ten not made chiefly for kids and teenagers offered a veritable orgy of cruelty and suffering, complete with slow motion and masochistic point-of-view shots. Despite the title, I assumed this drama about the last 12 hours of Jesus’s life would include something about his teachings, at least in flashback. But the Sermon on the Mount was reduced to two sound bites, and miracles and good works barely got a glance. The charges of anti-Semitism and homophobia hurled at the movie seemed too narrow; its general disgust for humanity was so unrelenting that the military-sounding drums at the end seemed to be welcoming the apocalypse (rather like the mass slaughter following the Mexican rebel’s torture in The Wild Bunch).

According to the trade magazine Boxoffice, on 30 March 2008, The Passion of the Christ in fact placed 11th in its list of “all-time domestic blockbusters,” on the heels of (in descending order) Titanic (1997), Star Wars (1977), Shrek 2 (2004), E.T.: The Extra-Terrestial (1982), Star Wars, Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999) Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006), Spider-Man (2002), Star Wars, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005), Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003), and Spider-Man 2 (2004). It’s a sobering thought that six of these came out during Bush’s eight years and the only other films on the list that didn’t qualify as fodder for kids were made during previous decades. But this infantilism can be ascribed to the preferences of the film industry as much as those of the audience, and this audience was plainly as Bushwhacked as the movies it attended. In more ways than one, its mind was elsewhere.

Published on 28 Sep 2008 in Featured Texts, by jrosenbaum

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Patti Smith: Dream of Life

I’d read enough about this documentary, made over 11 years by Steven Sebring, to know not to expect a concert film. What I was less prepared for was the paradoxical view of my favorite punk star that emerges, making her seem like the ultimate postmodernist heroine–the edgy outlaw that, to all appearances, has never been in even modest rebellion against any part of her family, and modulates from angry iconoclast to contented Detroit housewife and back again with scarcely a bump. (At one point she avows that her principal claim to being a taboo-breaker as a child-rearing launderer is that she doesn’t use bleach.) It seems fairly evident that she’s very much in control of her own image here, and that image manages to encompass a sense of a rock star’s glamor while suggesting that she’s never shampooed her hair even once in her life.

Maybe the source of my confusion is her unusual capacity to shift back and forth repeatedly between ultra-theatricality and mundanity, which made the only concert of hers I’ve ever attended, in London in the mid-70s, a little off-putting. One moment she’d be leading the audience like a Dionysian Joan of Arc; the next moment, she’d be sitting on the floor cross-legged, apparently oblivious to the same audience, while playing idly with her guitar as if it were a kitten rather than a musical instrument. If the whole point of such a dialectic–even more apparent in this film–is to show that she can be both a demigoddess and just plain folks, there’s no real kind of synthesis that emerges, just some kind of contradiction. The fan of Johnny Guitar and Franju’s Judex who visits the graves of Rimbaud and Corso and also carries around a portion of Mapplethorpe’s cremated remains with her when she goes on trips is still apparently as sane and as ordinary as they come. In retrospect, the turnaround passage in her masterpiece, “Land”–”Got to lose control, got to lose control, got to lose control, and then you take control”–expresses the same unreconciled duality. She’s obviously adept at doing both. [9/18/08]

Published on 18 Sep 2008 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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Mise en Scène as Miracle in Dreyer’s ORDET

Like my essay on Dreyer’s Day of Wrath that was posted here a couple of weeks ago, this essay was written as liner notes for an Australian DVD, which came out in 2008  on the Madman label. (One can order these and many other DVDs, incidentally, from Madman’s site.) My thanks to Alexander Strang for giving me permission to reprint this. —J.R.

Mise en Scène as Miracle in Dreyer’s Ordet

by Jonathan Rosenbaum

Ordet (The Word, 1955) was the first film by Carl Dreyer I ever saw. And the first time I saw it, at age 18, it infuriated me, possibly more than any other film has, before or since. Be forewarned that spoilers are forthcoming if you want to know why.

The setting and circumstances were unusual. I saw a 16-millimeter print at a radical, integrated, co-ed camp for activists in Monteagle, Tennessee—partially staffed by Freedom Riders, during the late summer of 1961, when we were all singing “We Shall Overcome” repeatedly every day. So the fact that Ordet has a lot to do with what looked like a primitive form of Christianity—combined with the particular inflections brought by the black church to the Civil Rights Movement, including one of its appropriated hymns—had a great deal to do with my rage. I was an atheist who’d grown up attending a Reform Jewish temple in northwestern Alabama, surrounded by white Christians in the segregated schools I’d attended. The fact that Ordet, based on a celebrated play by the Lutheran pastor Kaj Munk—–a famous martyr of the Danish resistance who received a bullet in the head for his denunciation of the Nazis—ends with a Christian miracle after very persuasively sowing religious doubts and skepticism for roughly its first two hours seemed like an ultimate gesture of hypocrisy and deceit. And maybe because I’d been sufficiently moved and even devastated by the preceding tragic story, in which a remote family of Christian farmers in Jutland loses its only mother, Inger, the story’s most vibrant and generous character, after she gives birth to a son who also dies, I was especially ill-prepared for the coup de théâtre and miracle of her sudden resurrection. Worst of all, it was brought about by her brother-in-law Johannes, who up until this final scene has been a crazed religious fanatic calling himself Jesus Christ. As far as I could tell, this was as crass an about-face as a film could make —- a cynical reversal whereby everything the film had been carefully propounding about the futile despair that often derives from faith and religious belief was instantaneously and inexplicably refuted.

Almost half a century later, it’s easier for me to see that the film poses an irresolvable challenge to believers and unbelievers alike—–and that what drove me nuts as a teenager is far from unconnected to what makes me consider Ordet one of the greatest of all films today. The experience of the film demands a certain struggle, regardless of one’s beliefs, and the fact that it can’t be easily processed or rationalized or filed away is surely connected to what keeps it alive and worrying (though try telling that to an irate 18-year-old). And it obviously bears some relation to what makes, in Dreyer’s preceding and following masterpieces, medieval witch-hunts and executions a deadly game in which the accused parties are every bit as gullible, as superstitious, and as complicitous as their accusers (in the 1943 Day of Wrath) or makes a beautiful singer who renounces all her romantic relationships in turn because of her impossible ideals about love both an absolute monster and a martyred saint, not even alternately but simultaneously (in the 1964 Gertrud).

It’s surely a tragedy that Dreyer managed to make only five sound features. Discounting his 1944 Swedish film Two People—–which he understandably disowned after he lost control of its casting, and which is, indeed, a paltry thing alongside his 1932 Vampyr, Day of Wrath, Ordet, and Gertrud, all incontestable masterpieces—-this amounted to only one feature per decade, none of them including his dream project about Jesus, which occupied him for most of his later years. And out of these four sublime features, Ordet is understandably the one he was happiest with, both because it had the largest public success and because the experience of making it was, from all indications, far more relaxed than the others had been (or, in the case of , would be). It was also conceivably, with the possible exception of Gertrud, the most personal of his sound films, for reasons that can perhaps be understood only if one considers Dreyer’s biographical origins.

But before getting to the project’s personal aspects, let’s take a look at what made the production of Ordet relatively relaxed and untroubled for Dreyer. For one thing, he started work on the project not long after he received a special, prestigious grant from the Danish government in 1952 that consisted of a free license to operate a prominent film theater in Copenhagen, the Dagmar, and which gave him economic security for the remainder of his life. (Built as a legitimate theater in the late 19th century and converted into a cinema in 1939, the building also housed a suite of offices, and ironically had been used by the Germans as Gestapo headquarters during the war. Dreyer happily ran it as a commercial theater and not simply as an art cinema—–some of its more successful crowd-pleasers included Carmen Jones, East of Eden, Baby Doll, and a revival of Gone with the Wind, although it also premiered Ordet.)

Dreyer also had the advantage of working with a very harmonious and skillful cast—– including, as Johannes Borgen, Preben Lerdorff-Rye, who had previously played Martin, a major role in Day of Wrath. (The two parts and performances are so dissimilar that many people familiar with both films are unaware that the same actor plays in both, unless they look at the respective cast lists.) Birgitte Federspiel, in the major role of Inger, was the daughter of Einar Federspiel, who played Peder Skraedder, a tailor and a member of the Inner Mission (a rival and more fundamentalist faction of the Danish Lutheran Church than the more popular and liberal Grundtvigian faction subscribed to by the Borgen family); but in the original stage production of Ordet, Einar Federspiel had played the tailor’s rival, old Morten Borgen. Meanwhile, the actor originally intended to play Morten Borgen on the stage, Henrik Malberg, who’d been unable to take the role because of his contract with the Royal Theater at the time, finally got to play him in the film at the age of 81. (The parts of both Anders, the youngest son in the Borgen family, and Anne, the daughter of the tailor whom he falls in love with, were played by nonprofessionals.)

It also appears the Dreyer had all the time and budget he needed to make the film. Not only was someone hired to train all the actors to speak with the proper Jutland accents in a way that could be understood by the general Danish public, but Dreyer even managed to purchase a farm there and then transport it piece to piece to a studio soundstage in Copenhagen—–before stripping it down to essentials. (Most famously, he reportedly outfitted the Borgen kitchen in the studio with over a hundred implements and then carefully removed most of them, one at a time, until arriving at what he regarded as the essentials which wouldn’t distract the viewer.) And he also remained in Jutland long enough to shoot most or all of the exteriors. More generally, he had enough time to rehearse each scene for a few days while the elaborate tracks for the camera movements would be laid out and the extremely difficult and subtle lighting schemes were plotted with Henning Bendtsen, the same gifted cinematographer who would later also shoot Gertrud. (What made the lighting especially tricky is the fact that each character is lit separately and in a somewhat different way from the others—which is made even more difficult when the camera and the characters that are followed are in almost perpetual motion . Johannes, to take one extreme example, mainly moves about in relative darkness, and becomes fully lit only in the final sequence.) It seems characteristic of the relaxed quality of the shooting that the final scene, associated closely in our minds with daylight, was actually shot exclusively at night in order to escape from the distractions that might have been posed by others working at the same studio. And the execution of all the film’s long takes proved to be so focused and satisfactory that Dreyer managed to edit the entire film in only five days—–the same length of time, according to Jean and Dale D. Drum (1), that it took Kaj Munk to write the original play.

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How was Ordet a personal project for Dreyer? According to his major biographer—the late Maurice Drouzy, whose groundbreaking, 1982 Carl Th. Dreyer né Nilsson has been published in French and in Danish but lamentably not in English—–and contrary to most would-be reference works, Dreyer’s upbringing was neither strict nor Lutheran, and he was born a Swede, even if he grew up in Denmark. He was born illegitimately in 1889 to Josefine Bernhardine Nilsson, an unmarried, 33-year-old Swedish servant living and working in a large country estate—–a woman who died horribly a year and a half later trying to abort a second child in her seventh month of another pregnancy by taking a box and a half of matches, cutting off their heads, and swallowing them, which led to a painful and hideous death from sulfur poisoning. (The father or fathers responsible for the two pregnancies are unknown.) It appears that Dreyer himself eventually learned about the fate of his mother as a young man, and for Drouzy this became the key determining factor in his work; the second and longest part of his biography, covering all of Dreyer’s career as a filmmaker, is entitled “The Monument to the Mother”. And clearly much of the cinema of Dreyer is preoccupied with the extreme suffering of women. So the fact that Inger in Ordet dies from childbirth after her baby is aborted and cut into four pieces by the doctor, and then becomes miraculously brought back to life again, surely must have had a deep and complex personal resonance for the filmmaker. Existentially speaking, Dreyer himself could have been aborted by his mother, and the fact that she inadvertently killed herself while desperately trying to abort a second child surely must have given him a lot to brood over.

Returning to his infancy, after brief periods with foster parents, in an orphanage, and then with another family, the baby was adopted by the Dreyers in Copenhagen—–a typographer named (as his adopted son would be) Carl Theodor Dreyer and his wife Marie, who already had an illegitimate daughter named Valborg. Marie, who felt cheated that the infant Carl’s real mother hadn’t lived long enough to pay child support, reportedly made a habit of complaining to her adopted son about it, and often punished him by locking him in a closet. He grew up despising her, and when she died many years later, he refused even to attend her funeral.

According to Drouzy—–whose biography of Dreyer was initially written as a dissertation in Denmark and refused as one, most likely because his meticulously researched account of Dreyer’s autobiographical obsessions is itself so obsessive—Dreyer worshiped his real mother and hated his adopted one, and good as well as bad mother figures subsequently abound in his films.

Although at the age of two he was christened in a Lutheran church, Dreyer the future filmmaker was essentially brought up nonreligiously. When he later went to Sunday school at a French Reformed church, this was reportedly mainly done in order to sharpen his French, though it’s possible—and this is my hypothesis, not necessarily Drouzy’s—that the French Huguenot concept of arbitrary grace, the belief (which might be said to underline most of the action unfolding in Ordet, before the miracle) that God’s will is not manifested in response to prayer or good deeds, left a certain mark on him.

In any event, what I and many others had originally taken to be deep-seated and rigid religious beliefs on the part of Dreyer were actually calculated challenges to belief and nonbelief, believers and nonbelievers, alike. And according to what Dreyer’s friend Ib Monty once told me, he wasn’t especially religious at all. Indeed, Dreyer even made sure to direct Lerdorff-Rye’s performance as Johannes in order to make the character as irritating and as creepy as possible, patterning his high-pitched intonation specifically after that of someone in a mental asylum whom Dreyer took his actor to meet. (This intonation disappears when Johannes regains his sanity in the final scene, but as Lerdorff-Rye pointed out in later interviews, his performance was widely criticized even by some critics who loved the film—–Tom Milne in his book on Dreyer is a case in point—–simply because he followed Dreyer’s instructions precisely.)

Dreyer’s own way of accounting for or at least rationalizing the miracle at the end of Ordet is a rather curious and convoluted one that deserves to be examined in some detail. In a letter written to Film Culture the year after Ordet was released (1957, no. 7), he responded to the charge of critic Guido Aristarco that “it is disconcerting to find Dreyer, in this atomic age synthesized by Einstein’s equations, rejecting science for the miracles of religion.” To refute this charge, Dreyer twice quoted from a September 1954 interview that he gave on Danish State Radio before the film was completed. First he recalled attending the very first performance of the play at the Betty Nansen Theater in 1932: “I was deeply moved by the play and overwhelmed by the audacity with which Kaj Munk presented the problems in relation to each other. I could not but admire the perfect ease with which the author put forth his paradoxical thoughts. When I left the theater, I felt convinced that the play had wonderful possibilities as a film.” And in fact, Dreyer published a major essay the following year, “The Real Talking Film” (1933), in which he outlined what some of those possibilities were—which he realized precisely when he finally was able to make the film:

Characteristic of all good film is a certain rhythm-

bound restlessness, which is created partly through the

actors’ movements in the pictures and partly through a

more or less rapid interchange of the pictures

themselves. A live, mobile camera, which even in

close-ups adjusts flexibly and follows the persons so

that the background is constantly shifted (just as for the

eye, when we follow a person with our eyes), is

important for the first type of restlessness. As for the

interchange of images, it is important when the

manuscript is adapted from the play that the play

provide as much “offstage” as “onstage” action. This

creates possibilities for new rhythm-making elements.

Example: the third act of Kai Munk’s Ordet takes

place in the drawing room of the Borgen family’s farm.

Through the conversation of those present, we learn that

the young woman who is to give birth has become ill

suddenly and put in bed and that the doctor who has

arrived in haste fears for her life and the baby’s life.

Later, we learn first of the baby’s death and after that of

her death. If Ordet were to be filmed, all these scenes in

the sickroom, which the theatre audience gets to know

only through conversation, would have to be included in

the film. The actors going to and from the sickbed would

contribute to creating the two kinds of restlessness or

excitement that condition the rhythm of the film to an

essential degree.

Returning to Dreyer’s letter to Film Culture, his second quote from his interview on Danish radio was a response to the question of when he wrote his script for Ordet:

It did not happen until nearly twenty years later. Then I

saw Kaj Munk’s ideas in a different light, for so much

had happened in the meantime. The new science that

followed Einstein’s theory of relativity had supplied that

outside the three-dimensional world which we can grasp

with our senses, there is a fourth dimension—–the

dimension of time—–as well as a fifth dimension—–the

dimension of the psychic that proves that it is possible to

live events that have not yet happened. New perspectives

are opened up that make one realize an intimate connection

between exact science and intuitive religion. The new

science brings us toward a more intimate understanding of

the divine power and is even beginning to give us a natural

explanation to things of the supernatural. The Johannes

figure of Kaj Munk’s can now be seen from another angle.

Kaj Munk felt this already, in 1925 when he wrote his

play, and intimated that the mad Johannes may have been

closer to God than the Christians surrounding him.

Finally, Dreyer concludes his letter by citing “recent psychic research, represented by

pioneers like Rhine, Ouspensky, Dunne, Aldous Huxley, and so forth,” which he links

to “the paradoxical thoughts and ideas expressed in the play”—–a sort of early

invocation of “new age” beliefs that reconcile or at least claim to reconcile the

separate claims of science and religion.

*****

The key word in all this is “paradoxical,” because Ordet as both a play and as a film is founded on a central paradox, essentially arguing and reinforcing the principals of rational skepticism only to overturn them in the story’s closing moments. Dreyer himself was unabashed about stating that his intentions were to deceive the audience, yet paradoxically a certain amount of fudging also extends even to some of his explanations about these intentions. For instance, Munk’s intimation, which Dreyer cites with approval, “that the mad Johannes may have been closer to God than the Christians surrounding him,” is not exactly verified by the film’s conclusion when it is clearly a sane Johannes and not a mad one—a character who has visibly and audibly recovered his sanity, backed by the innocent faith and belief of Inger’s little girl, Maren (Elisabeth Groth)–who brings Inger back to life. (Maren, one should add, believes utterly in the power of Johannes to resurrect her mother, and regardless of whether he’s sane or insane, since she gives no indication of knowing what the difference is.)

The best analysis of Ordet I’ve encountered is by P. Adams Sitney (2), and in it he describes the sickbed scene, “a model of `rhythm-bound restlessness,’ that Dreyer already evoked in his 1933 essay. Apart from cutaways to Borgen, Inger’s father-in-law, rushing home on his horse-drawn wagon, the scene concentrates mainly on the movements of the doctor while Mikkel, Inger’s husband, tries to comfort her and holds a lamp to help the doctor while the midwife and another woman also lend some assistance. The second part of this sequence, Sitney adds, “is in fact the most brutal scene I know in the history of the art. The scene, which in Dreyer’s words `would have to be included in the film,’ is the abortion of Inger’s baby.” (As Sitney notes, the possibility of sacrificing Inger’s life to save the baby is never raised or discussed in either the play or the film.)

Although we don’t view any of this action directly—–the camera remains close to Mikkel, where we can view only the doctor’s face and arms while most of Inger’s body is blocked by her upraised knees under a sheet—we hear her cries of pain as the doctor performs offscreen an episotomy with a small pair of scissors and then, with a large pair of forceps, makes four successive cuts with a great deal of effort while we hear Inger scream. (In fact, Birgitte Federspiel, who plays Inger, was herself pregnant when she played this role. She finally gave birth after the shooting, and Dreyer brought a tape recorder to the hospital on that occasion to capture the audible signs of her labor pains, which he later mixed into the soundtrack.) The doctor also asks for Mikkel to fetch a pail, and afterwards, to confirm the grim finality of what has happened, when Borgen, who has by now arrived, asks Mikkel, “was it a boy, as Inger promised me?”—–a patriarchal issue of much concern during the play’s preceding action, because Borgen’s only other grandchildren, both the offspring of Mikkel and Inger, are little girls—–Mikkel replies that it is. But then can only add, bitterly, “It’s lying in there—–in the pail—–in four pieces.”

Sitney is also very helpful in describing some of the changes Dreyer made to the play—which on the whole are modest, especially compared to the changes he made in the plays that both Day of Wrath and Gertrud were based on, and mainly consist of reducing certain sections, such as the theological debates between the priest and the doctor. In the Munk play, the insanity of Johannes, a former divinity student, is principally motivated by the death of his fiancée, which occurred after they emerged from the performance of Beyond Our Power–a play by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (a friend and rival of Ibsen and a Nobel prizewinner) in which an incurable character becomes miraculously cured. Johannes was so carried away by the play that he stepped in front of a car; his fiancée pushed him to safety, and was killed herself as a result. So the cause of his insanity, according to his older brother Mikkel, an atheist, speaking to the new priest in the play, is “Bjørnson and Kierkegaard”. But there’s no reference to a fiancée in the film, so when the priest (Ove Rud) similarly asks Mikkel (Emil Hass Christensen) if love was the cause, the response is now, “No, no—–it was Soren Kierkegaard.”

Deliberately or not, this may the closest thing in the film to an outright gag—although as Sitney points out, the early stretches of the story often register as a comedy that is occasionally interrupted by the disquieting interjections and prophecies of Johannes. Even here, Dreyer is playing with our expectations so that we assume the stubborn resistance of Old Borgen to his youngest son Anders marrying the daughter of the Inner Mission tailor is only a temporary problem that will eventually be overcome. This eventually proves to be the case, although by the time it does, the harrowing tragedy of Inger’s death has so overwhelmed everything else that it no longer seems nearly as important.

One important addition to the play is signaled by Sitney: when Johannes disappears after trying and failing to raise Inger from the dead, he leaves behind a note that we first see him writing, and which proves to be a quote from the New Testament, John 8.21 (“I go my way, and ye shall seek me. Whither I go, ye cannot come.”) And as Sitney points out, Johannes for the first time is quoting his namesake (“Johannes” is the Danish form of John) rather than Jesus, which subtly suggests that he is already beginning to overcome his delusion that he is Christ by quoting from His evangelist.

But perhaps the most pivotal moment in both the plot and the mise en scene comes somewhat earlier, when Inger’s life is still hanging in the balance. Maren, at night, comes to Johannes to ask both if her mother will die and, if she does, whether he will raise her from the dead. For once, Johannes appears somewhat less delusional and self-absorbed while responding to her, although he does reply to her second question, “I dare say it will come to nothing [because] the others won’t let me.” This plants a notion suggesting, like the survival of Tinker Bell in the play Peter Pan (which is said to depend on the audience’s capacity to believe in fairies), that the capacity of the characters to believe in miracles may be related to the capacity of the audience watching Ordet to believe in such things as well. (This notion of a shared belief raises the issue that the meaning and impact of a miracle in a play necessarily becomes somewhat different from the meaning and impact of a miracle in a film—if only because the conventions in each that rule illusion and deception are different.) Thematically, in any case, Dreyer is preparing us for accepting Johannes differently in the final scene, as he subsequently does when he has him quote from John .

What happens over the course of this scene between Maren and Johannes constitutes, however subtly, a miracle of its own, expressed through an “impossible” mise en scène. As Johannes remains seated at screen center, Maren approaches him from behind, and after a cut to a closer shot of both of them in profile, from a very different angle, the camera appears to move very slowly around them in almost a full circle while the scenery in the room appears to glide correspondingly around them. And yet the camera never frames these characters from behind at any point in its nearly 360-degree rotation. They remain positioned either frontally or in profile, with Maren lit more brightly than Johannes throughout the scene.

Is this because the camera is tracking and panning in opposite directions at the same time, or is it, more likely, because the actors are seated on a rotating surface while the camera is also moving? I don’t have the technical knowledge to explain or account for what happens, but I think what matters far more than how it was done is the fact that we become so entranced by the actors and their delivery as well as by the camera’s movement that in effect we become hypnotized, and are not even aware that we’re watching a miracle unless we’re noticing what’s happening and not merely following it. So Dreyer essentially gulls us into accepting one kind of miracle as a way of preparing us to accept another kind somewhat later.

What emerges from all this is a sense of the uncanny that’s clearly related to what we experience in Dreyer’s only “obvious” fantasy film, Vampyr (1932), as well as in the evocations of witchcraft in Day of Wrath and predestination in Gertrud. In fact, our memory of Vampyr returns irresistibly during the final shot of Ordet, when the plainly carnal desire of the resurrected Inger for Mikkel recalls the no less lustful desire of a female vampire for another woman in a bedroom.

***

I’ve long believed that the two summits of mise en scène in the history of cinema are Carl Dreyer’s Ordet and Jacques Tati’s Playtime, so it’s interesting to note one striking thing regarding their respective productions that they have in common. In both cases, the mise en scène was extremely complicated and plotted by the director so thoroughly and so far in advance of the actual shooting that, in both cases, the director would arrive each day at the studio soundstage without his script, because by that time he knew it all by heart.

For all their profound differences, Ordet and Playtime are also alike in the way that the extreme and unorthodox style of the mise en scène in each case exists to articulate a radical vision, and that part of the supreme achievement of the director in each case is to delineate a particular transition over the stretch of two hours that we creatively participate in without necessarily realizing that we’re doing so. This is a transition that moves us steadily yet invisibly towards a miracle, though the miracle in each case is of a very different kind: a spiritual epiphany in Ordet and a social utopia in Playtime, even though the experience in each case is undoubtedly a collective one—which makes the prospect of watching either film alone or on a small screen, without the reinforcement of a surrounding community, incomplete. But let us none the less celebrate Dreyer’s deceptive form of enlightenment and his enlightening form of deception whenever and however we can, even as we continue to quarrel with it. There is surely no other experience in cinema that comes close to it.

Notes

1. My Only Great Passion: The Life and films of Carl Th. Dreyer by Jean Drum and Dale D. Drum, Lanham, Maryland/London: The Scarecrow Press, 2000, 240-241.

2. “Moments of Revelation: Dreyer’s Anachronistic Modernity,” in Modernist Montage: The Obscurity of Vision in Cinema and Literature by P. Adams Sitney, New York: Columbia University Press, 1990, 55-73.

Published on 15 Sep 2008 in Featured Texts, by jrosenbaum

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THE LUCKY ONES

Seeing Neil Burger’s ironically titled third feature at the Toronto Film Festival a few days ago, I gradually come to realize that Burger can be classified as an auteur insofar as his three vastly different features to date can all be related to the same theme: the means by which powerless people assume power. (For a consideration of his first two features—the 2002 Interview with the Assassin and the 2006 The Illusionist—one can read my Chicago Reader review of the later film here.)

Three wounded U.S. soldiers in The Lucky Ones (a film scheduled to open in the U.S. later this month), all traveling “home” from Iraq, played by Michael Peña, Rachel McAdams, and Tim Robbins (see above), have almost nothing in common with one another except for their war service, yet they wind up getting entangled with one another for practical as well as existential reasons, sharing a rented car. What we gradually come to realize is that the reason why they went to Iraq in the first place is subtly tied to the fact that they have nowhere to go now–which is why they wind up forming a temporary and makeshift family with one another.

Such a story (which Burger coscripted with Dirk Wittenborn) easily could have slid into some form of sentimentality. But this never happens because the three lead characters keep surprising us–both in their lack of power and in the various ways they can bring limited empowerment to one another. And one very gradually comes to understand that what led the U.S. to occupy Iraq for obscure reasons–and to muddle things even further by calling this occupation a war–is closely tied to these characters’ shared dilemma. [9/12/08]

 

 

Published on 12 Sep 2008 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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